Kollars Ch. 03

Then a blank pink slide showed up in the middle of her presentation. Emma quickly bypassed the slide and moved on to the next, but she felt something shift in her mind. A moment of dizziness came over her. She stepped back and grabbed her water bottle from the table to take a drink. However, instead of getting it in her mouth, the water hit her chin and dribbled down into her cleavage.

Emma let out a giggle. How could she be so clumsy? Putting the bottle of water down, she grabbed some tissue and slowly wiped her breasts in front of the stunned panel of three. After a few wipe downs, she pulled her shirt out to ensure it was dry. When it was satisfactory, she turned her attention back to the audience.

"Sorry guys, couldn't leave these puppies all wet and distracting." Emma giggled. "Anyway, back to our little presentation."

Emma turned to the power point and it suddenly seemed like it was a foreign language. None of the words made any sense to her. How could she present if she had no idea what she was presenting? Her body moved into its default pose, tits out and an arched back to emphasize her behind as her mind thought about what to do next. Obviously, she just had to wing it if she was going to succeed.

The entire panel sat back with their arms crossed. Never a good behavioural sign. They were still focused, but they weren't impressed. Emma smiled, hoping to bring them back on her side.

"So... like our marketing...can umm... like totally help your business thingy." Emma said. "We got skills and like... people to do commercials and...stuff."

The panel was no longer burning a hole in her soul with their stares. Instead, they seemed to be happy and repressing their laughter. Emma smiled. The message was getting across. She spread her legs a bit wider and opened her stance more.

"So like ya...we are perfect for you guys."

Emma played with a strand of loose hair and let out a giggle. One panel manner couldn't help but laugh and used his notebook to hide his emotions.

"So, is there like any questions?" Emma asked.

One panel member put his hand up.

"Are those real?" the panel member said.

The rest of the panel members burst out in a laugh. They weren't laughing with her; they were laughing at her. Emma was about to speak her mind, but Lyla popped up from her chair.

"Gentlemen, I apologize, but we simply wanted to demonstrate how effective our models are." Lyla said. "This is Emma, one of our more popular models. You can probably imagine why."

The laughter died down as the panel leaned forward with intrigue. Emma didn't know how to feel. It finally dawned on her that pink slide was some sort of bimbo trigger and that her intelligence had gone out the window. It was such a seamless transition that she didn't even notice until Lyla took control.

"And as you can see, she can memorize quite a bit about your company when needed. Isn't that right Emma?"

Emma giggled and nodded her head.

"Why don't you go stand in the corner and pose while I finish up the rest of the presentation."

Emma moved to the corner and struck a pose with both her arms resting on her head. There was plenty of cleavage was on display. Emma was screaming internally to be free of her hidden triggers. The twins had fooled her into thinking that she was in control when their whole plan was for her to embarrass herself and for Lyla to swoop in and save the day. Across the room, Emma could see Francis grinning. The plan was no doubt his baby.

Lyla made the exact same talking points Emma had prepared and won the panel over much like Emma knew she could have. The only difference between their presentations was that Lyla had brought a model for display to show the panel exactly what they would get. It was something that Emma would have never even considered.

Once the presentation was done and the potential clients were dismissed, Lyla and Francis had Emma return to normal. She wanted to slap or hurt them but refrained from doing so in the workplace. She'd like to think it was her own free will at work, but it was equally as likely another trigger that they had implanted.

"So that's your plan, make me look like a fucking idiot." Emma said.

"I believe the word you're looking for is Bimbo." Francis said.

Emma ignored him. "You're not going to get away with this. Mr. Lockton isn't going to believe I screwed up."

"We're not your judges, the clients were." Lyla said. "If he thinks you lost a step, you know where you're going."

"Straight to the Model Bullpen where your pretty face should have never left." Francis added.

The twins gathered their things and left Emma alone in the conference room. Until she got the collar removed, there was nothing she could do. The twins would put her into positions to fail and reap the rewards of her hard work. She was not allowed to talk to anyone about the collar, but there was one person who could figure it out.

***

Kayla stood motionless on a platform that made her feel like a mannequin. Beside her was Carly on an identical platform. Both of them were at the front of a very large conference room that looked to be hosting about 20 people. She had a sneaking suspicion that the original intention was to use Kollar bots, but when Kayla agreed to wear a collar, Patrice had decided to add Carly to the mix.

The people filtered in and without fail, they couldn't help but stare at the two supposed Kollar Bots at the front. Kayla was never one for craving attention and the spotlight on her gave her goosebumps, especially because she was wearing such a skimpy outfit. But being under the collar's control, there was nothing she could do about it. All eyes were welcomed to soak in the beauty of her body. And because Kayla and Carly were supposed to be inanimate Kollar Bots, all the men felt free to stare. It wasn't considered rude because bots didn't have feelings.

With all the guests seated, Patrice took center stage.

"Thank you all for coming. As you know Kollar Tech is busy working on the latest in Kollar Bot technology." Patrice said. "I'm excited to introduce the latest prototype Kollar Bot models, Kay Bot and Carly Bot."

Kayla and Carly smiled and waved their hands in unison. She couldn't believe Patrice was tricking all these people with real girls. Were they investors? Were they expecting a demonstration? The potential answers scared her. Clearly Patrice didn't care about her and Carly, only his bottom line. He had made a promise to West, but he didn't seem like the type of guy to fully follow his end of the deal. Kayla was stupid for giving her free will over to someone they barely knew and who had already been willing to bend his hotel rules to make their deal. Her only hope was that the professional setting would discourage any inappropriate behavior.

Patrice gestured to Carly. His assistant obediently stepped down from her platform and walked to the center of the room. Her robotic movements and emotionless face really sold the bot part.

"And now for a demonstration." Patrice said.

Carly dropped to her knees and opened her mouth wide. Her torso swung back and forth like she was giving head to the invisible man.

"A perfectly automated blowjob machine. Can I have a volunteer?"

Everyone's hands went up. Patrice pointed to an average looking guy with a bit of weight on him. He wasn't the worst selection in the room.

"You packing heat, Mr. Enrod?" Patrice asked with a smile.

Mr. Enrod couldn't hide his grin as he joined Patrice at the front. He unzipped his pants with his back to the crowd. From what Kayla could see, he was indeed packing heat. It was one of the biggest cocks she had ever seen.

Grabbing his package through the unzipped fly, Mr Enrod placed it inside Carly's waiting mouth. She bobbed up and down at the same pace, slowly raising it from a flaccid member to a full-fledged erection.

"As you can see, it's a perfect pleasure unit." Patrice said. He pushed a button on his phone and Carly stopped with the entire cock no longer visible. "It can even deepthroat for as long as you want."

Carly held the cock in her mouth as Patrice watched her face intently. He must have known she could handle a big cock plugging her hole, otherwise it was risky to put the illusion of her role at risk.

Patrice hit another button and Carly's head started bobbing up and down faster. Kayla couldn't imagine the feeling of helplessly letting someone's manhood assault her mouth and throat. Yet Carly was handling it like a pro. Or at least the collar was making it seem that way. What she was actually feeling could be a different story. Kayla hoped she didn't have to find out.

After a few minutes of a speedy blowjob, Patrice stopped Carly and had her stand up. He instructed her to pull down her thong and lie on the desk at the front of the room.

"Now it's time to test the realistic pussy." Patrice said.

Lying on the desk and looking up, Carly's face was still blank. However, Kayla thought she could see the exhaustion from being used like a flesh light. The dribbles of semen down her mouth also indicated she had gotten more than just a taste of Mr. Enrod. As the volunteer plunged his cock into Carly's waiting pussy, her face showed no signs of pleasure or pain thanks to the tight collar around her neck.

Despite the show in front of them, Kayla could see other men eyeing her up. One younger man seemed particularly intrigued by her. His full head of hair and youthful innocent look reminded her of West. He smiled at her like she was a real person. What was he planning?

Mr. Enrod finished his demonstration on Carly and Patrice had her redressed and placed back on her platform next to Kayla with her face and pussy still covered in cum. But that wasn't an issue. They were just bots after all.

"And now for the anal demonstration. Kay Bot, if you could please come here."

Kayla felt her body move against her control out to the center of the room. Her movements were stiff and robotic making, her feel like she truly was a robot. Patrice's creepy smile sent chills up her spine

He leaned in to whisper in her ear. "I said I wouldn't do anything sexual with you, but that doesn't mean someone else can't."

After seeing Carly defiled, Kayla had already accepted that something sexual was going to happen to her. She had hoped for a blow job or even normal sex, but anal was not something she had considered. She and West had tried it, but she never did enjoy it, so it was seldom done during their intimate time together. Now some strange man with a huge cock was going to expand her asshole. Kayla looked out at the crowd leaning forward in their seats with excitement. Her admirer was the most intrigued with both hands under his chin watching with anticipation.

"'Drop your thong, turn around, and spread your cheeks."

Immediately, Kayla did as she was told. As a robot, she didn't have the luxury of hesitating. Facing the other way, her hands spread her cheeks to show everyone her tight asshole. The same tight asshole that was about to be violated. Kayla could see Carly standing blankly with spots of semen on her face. Both girls were being used as toys at the whim of Patrice. He had an agreement for using Kayla, but how did he get away with using his assistant Carly? Somehow, Kayla had a feeling this wasn't the first time.

"Bend over."

With her hands still in position, Kayla bent over until she was flat on the desk in front. Her tits gave her a cushion as her nose touched the desk. There was no way to adjust her position unless a new command was given. If she could move, she would have used her hands to brace herself and allow for a more comfortable position for the imminent anal.

"Mr. Enrod, it's all yours." Patrice said.

With Carly's saliva and pussy juice, her new partner's cock was already lubed up. Kayla hoped that was enough as she felt the tip of his lower head breach the entrance of her asshole. Slowly it pushed its way through, gently expanding the area around it. Mr. Enrod was at least a gentleman about it even though he thought that she was just a robot. He could have been incredibly rough on entry. Once his cock was engulfed inside, he cautiously moved back out and then in. Maybe he didn't want to wreck the robot. Kayla's nose and tits moved up and down against the desk in the same motion with her nipples pinned against the hard wood top. The feeling of being used like a toy was starting to turn her on. She still felt somewhat safe because it a business presentation and not some sketchy back room. They certainly weren't going to break out into a gang bang. Like Carly, everything was as formal as it could be when fucking an inanimate object in front of a crowd.

Mr. Enrod picked up the pace, working his cock in and out of Kayla's ass, expanding it as the girthy manhood declared its new home. Kayla was starting to enjoy the feeling of being helplessly fucked in the ass. She started to understand why West and Francis had each decided to steal a collar. There were so many options to expand their sex life. Becoming a robot and following commands was just one of them and her flowing pussy was a testament to its effects.

After a few more minutes of being used like a sex doll, Patrice asked Mr. Enrod to exit the robot. Not to give the guy blue balls, he suggested that the demonstration be finished by using Kay Bot's other hole. Patrice turned Kayla's head to the side and pried her mouth wide open. Mr. Enrod slowed his pace and slid his rock-hard member out of Kayla's ass. He walked around to the front of the desk and placed his cock in her gaping mouth. Although she was a robot, her taste buds were still intact. The taste of herself, and Carly, wasn't the greatest, but being forced to experience it increased the pleasure. In complete contrast to how he had used her ass, Mr. Enrod was rough and fast with Kayla's mouth due to the position and option of being able to hold her head still. It was much rougher than Carly had experienced as a blow job robot. All the chaos came to an abrupt end as Kayla felt the load explode in the back of her throat. Not only was she a robot, but apparently, she also doubled as a cum receptacle.

Mr. Enrod kept his cock inside her mouth, gently wiping it against the insides as he pulled it out.

"There's a small washroom to the side there if you'd like to clean yourself up, Mr. Enrod." Patrice said.

The gentleman excused himself to the washroom. Kayla found her body standing up and moving back to the display case. She posed beside Carly the same way she was earlier, except now she had cum dripping from her mouth and the many tastes still swirling around. For the rest of the presentation, Kayla and Carly stood on display after being used like they were objects. Like they were bots. Patrice was acting like they were the next generation of Kollar Bots, but why not use real prototype Kollar Bots? People were only going to be disappointed if the new bots weren't exactly like the demonstration. Was there a more sinister plan at work here? Kayla pondered the possibilities while she remained on display.

***

West was in no mood to work as his fingers reluctantly typed away. His girlfriend was in another city being a robot for some random stranger and Francis was blackmailing him. Both scenarios didn't sit well with him and he hated the feeling of being under the control of others. There had to be a way to flip the tables on both parties.

The door of his office swung open without a knock. Only one person besides Kayla did that. Emma strolled in wearing an outfit clearly picked out by Francis.

"Emma, haven't seen you since you dipped out early with the twins."

"Ya, they just wanted to get a head start home." Emma said. She leaned forward on West's desk; her tits ready to spill out.

"I can't imagine why." West said.

Emma scratched at her neck a couple of times. It was no doubt an attempt to get him to ask about the collar underneath the disguise. It sucked that he could end her misery with the twins by taking off the collar, but that would also end his relationship with Kayla. He couldn't let that happen, which made speaking to Emma awkward. She knew he wasn't dumb enough not to notice the difference in her behaviour.

"Can I help you with something? I'm really busy." West said.

"Just wanted to say hi and see if you enjoyed the trip." Emma said. "I stopped by Kayla's office and she wasn't there."

"She's sick today." West said.

"Oh. Is she all right?"

"Just a little overtired from the trip." West said. "She never was a good traveler."

Emma nodded. She scratched again at her neck with pleading eyes.

"Can we catch up later, I have to make an important call." West said picking up the phone.

Emma smiled. He could tell it wasn't sincere. "Of course. Tell Kayla I wish her well."

"Will do."

Emma lingered for a few more seconds before leaving the room. West put the phone down. Until he figured something out, it was in his best interested to avoid Emma. It was troubling to look her in the eye and not help. But his mistakes were now his own shackles.

***

Patrice shook hands as the guests filtered out. Kayla and Carly endured lingering stares as the audience made their way out. The young man who couldn't keep his eyes off Kayla approached Patrice.

"Excuse me Patrice, do you have a second?" the man said.

"Of course, what can I do for you Mr. Finn?"

"How much is that Kollar Bot?" Mr. Finn pointed at Kayla. "Name your price."

Patrice was flustered by the offer. "I'm afraid these Kollar Bots aren't for sale. But I will contact you for a similar model."

"One hundred thousand." Mr. Finn said. "Three hundred thousand."

Kayla was flattered by the high offer. This guy was obviously rich and infatuated with her beauty to go out of his way to buy her. She could tell Patrice was having a hard time rejecting the offer.

"Mr. Finn, with all do respect, these are prototypes and I'm afraid I can't just sell them in this condition." Patrice said through gritted teeth. It was nice to see him suffer for once.

"Prototype eh?" Mr. Finn said. "Well then how about $5,000 for one night with her."

This man was eager. But it wasn't a surprise to Kayla given all the staring he had done throughout the presentation. He wasn't bad looking either and spending more time with him instead of Patrice to finish up her contract was much preferred. Patrice gave a look over at Kayla and smiled. He turned back to Mr. Finn and shrugged his shoulders.

"As long as you include feedback, we have a deal." Patrice said.

Mr. Finn put his hand out and accepted the offer. He looked at Kayla and smiled. It wasn't a devious smile or a predatory smile. It was a warm smile. Who was this guy?

***

"You wanted to see me, sir?" Emma said as she strode into Mr. Lockton's large office.

There were various rare and interesting items displayed along the wall, but there was never any time to appreciate them. Employees were called to Mr. Lockton's office for one of two reasons: to be promoted or to be demoted. Based on her most recent blunder, Emma feared the second. She sat down in front of the towering man. His bulky frame and default grumpy face intimated most people, but Emma had seen the kind and honest man he really was on many occasions. Because he had been such a mentor in her life, she was more embarrassed about disappointing him than about actually failing.

"Ms. Winters, I've noticed a bit of, how do I put it, lack of initiative on your projects." Mr. Lockton said. "And it's come to my attention that Lyla has been really picking up your slack."

It was infuriating not to be able to tell her side of the story. Lyla was stealing her hard work and pawning it off as her own. Due to the collar, Emma couldn't even dispute it. All she could say were nice things about the twins.